To Love Someone

chapter 22

Hit that 🌟! Hit that 🌟! Hit it!!

         April skipped up to her chamber. She was so excited and could not wait to share the news with her husband. She opened the door silently, the windows were closed. The room was dark save for the glow of a fire burning in the hearth. There was a figure slumped in a chair by the fire. She quietly closed the door behind her and went to stand beside him. His eyes were closed.

"Ian," she called softly. He opened his eyes and sat up. "Is everything alright?" she asked placing a hand on his shoulder and coming to stand directly in front of him.

"Yes. I'm fine," he said leaning forward to rest his foreheadhead on her stomach, his arm went around her waist as he held her tight. April thought the action was terribly cute. He didn't know yet, but he was already acting so sweet.

"I am sorry," he continued, "about yesterday....and what you saw. You shouldn't have to deal with it, and I am sorry."

"It's alright," she said running her fingers through his soft hair, "I am sorry I reacted that way. I was angry when I saw you with her. I guess I was jealous and felt insecure," she said quietly.

"You have no reason to feel that way. You are the only woman I want. Only you."

    April smiled at that. He got up from the chair, his height towering over her small frame, and she tilted her head back to stare at him. He stared at her full lips, and her tongue darted out unconsciously to lick them. He groaned at the sight and brought his thumb up to trace the outline of her lips and she closed her eyes. He began placing kisses all over her face before finally meeting her lips with his.

  God's, he had missed her these past few weeks. The sweet taste of her, her womanly scent. He kissed her hungrily like a starved man, and she responded in the same way. His hands went down to grab her butt as he lifted her onto the edge of the table, standing in between her thighs, her skirt bunched up around her waist.

    He hurriedly freed himself from his plaid trousers, and pushing her chemise aside, he plunged into her wet heat. April let out a loud moan as Ian pulled out only to slam back in. Her fingers clawed at his back as he continued to roughly slam into her again and again. He tugged at the strings tying her dress together at the front, and they fell open, leaving her beautiful breast exposed to him. He leaned down and took one pink areola in his mouth, sucking hard on it. April cried out and arched her back as Ian continued to slam into her repeatedly. His fingers went down to rub her nub, bringing her into orgasmic pleasure. She could barely think as he continued to pleasure her, his harsh breathing aroused her even more.

"Fuck!" he growled out as he reached his climax the same time she did. He rested his head in the crook of her neck as they tried to catch their breath.

"That was amazing," she said breathlessly, her head resting on his chest.

    And he chuckled, the sound resonating deep within his chest, "thank you," he said as he moved her back and helped her off the table. He turned away as she tried the strings of her dress back together. April sighed in contentment. That wasn't the reason she had come to see him. But, heck, who was she to complain when she just had the best pleasure ever.

   Ian stared down at the mantle above the fireplace. A silver brooch lay there untouched. April had seen it but never touched it, and from the way he looked at it sadly, she figured it was hers.

"It belonged to her, didn't it?" she asked softly.

"Who?" he asked.

"The woman you don't talk about. The woman whose portrait you have refused to hang. The woman who is absent, and yet in a way, present. The woman whose very being hangs over my head like a cloud," she said suddenly annoyed.

"I don't want to talk about it," he said.

"No, Ian. We must talk about it. We've been married for how long now, and yet you still keep secrets from me?" she asked sounding hurt. "No one talks about her, and I don't want to ask because I don't want to disobey you. Everyone keeps on walking on eggshells around me when it comes to her. Why? I want to know. Who is she to you Ian?" she asked arms crossed, demanding an answer.

"I said I don't want to talk about it, and that's final," he snapped, annoyed that she was pushing him to do so.

"Have I ever asked you to talk about it?" she asked angrily, and when he didn't answer her, she stormed away, "fine! I will just order someone to tell me everything!"

  She had barely reached the door when he pulled her back, his grip on her arm was harsh. "Do not go poking around in what is not your business, my queen. You are better off not knowing, and I forbid you to ask anyone about it."

"What's not my business?" she asked amazed. "I am your wife, your business is my business. And I deserve to know what's going on," she sighed and reached up her free hand to cup his face gently, "please, just tell me. It makes me feel bad about myself to be left out. How can we move on if we don't talk about it," she said trying hard not to cry.

   And he closed his eyes as if in pain and leaned in to her touch, "I will, but just not right now. I can't bear it," he kissed the palm of her hand and left the room.

   April sat dejectedly at the edge of the bed and buried her face in her hands. This was not how she had hoped this would go. She had come with the intention of telling him about the little bairn, and instead, they had made love on the table and fought after.

  What in God's name had happened to the woman that Ian couldn't talk about her? And now, he had forbidden her to talk to anyone about it. How dare he!. He wouldn't tell her, and he wouldn't let her ask. She so desperately wanted to tell him about the baby, but how could she when he still kept things from her.

God, she was so confused.

   Times like this she wished she had a mother to talk to. Yes, Judith was there, but still, there were some things she couldn't discuss with her sister. Oh how she missed her mother. She only had a hazy recollection of her, but the memories were wonderful. And Noelle was the spitting image of her. Perhaps that was why her father loved her so much.

   She sighed and lay back on the bed, her feet dangling in the air. She didn't know how to react in situations like this. Should she insist that he talk to her and risk pushing him away, or should she just leave it altogether and never find out what she wanted?

God, it was so difficult being married to Ian!.

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